Mark has some reputation, so naturally he has to give the college some face.
While being interviewed by reporters, he seemed gentle and well-spoken.
"Thank you to my mentor for his wise guidance" and "knowledge gives me courage" are easy for a young man who has experienced red education.
You know, the more serious the incident, the more a hero is needed to divert public attention.
The graduation trial hosted by Mistry School was actually derelict in their duties, because the principal and deans lost control of the trial venue.
Consequentialism is successful.
The inner world of the school is not only the Mystery Academy area, other areas are also affected, but the main reason is that the san value drops quickly, and the other areas are not very fatal.
A large number of 'waste' who had not withstood the invasion of evil energy were removed. The A-level [evil aliens] that caused a sharp increase in the danger of the other world were eliminated. Real elites were also selected for several schools.
In addition, the battle-to-death ratio is very stuck. If you don’t cross the line, you don’t.
As a result, according to officials, this became the most successful trial in the past 20 years.
This has to be said to be a kind of irony.
Mark became a big star in the school.
Dean Margaret strongly recommended that he stay in school, because with a little training, he could advance to the next level in a few years and become a Sequence 6 [Occult Scholar]. This strength is enough to be a professor, but he lacks
It's nothing more than qualifications.
Other professors, even other colleges, and schools extended olive branches to Mark, hoping to take this promising young man under their wing.
Among the recruiters were also included the humble Wright Empire's [abnormality] management department. Unfortunately, they were squeezed out of the circle immediately and were not even qualified to hand over the cards.
Mark politely took everyone's business cards and said, "I have just experienced a severe trial, and now I am physically and mentally exhausted. Please allow me to go home and take a short rest. I will carefully consider your suggestions from now on."
An answer that is neither humble nor arrogant but has no nutrition is the best perfunctory answer.
Although the representatives from various companies who gathered around were a little disappointed, that was all they could do for the time being.
Mark sent away waves of big shots, as well as the school girls who came here in admiration.
For no reason, he was ready to run away with the bucket.
Because he just took the time to do a divination for his future in Saint Leiden City.
The dice gave him a [1].
Mark understood this and spent 17,000 lite dollars in one breath to exchange it with the dean for a piece of soft armor woven from Ash Spider Silk.
This thing can barely be regarded as an E-class extraordinary item. It can provide the wearer with protection equivalent to ordinary iron armor. The price is that it is prone to dry mouth and needs to drink water frequently.
Generally speaking, it is difficult to buy extraordinary objects with money. Extraordinary objects of B grade or above are even more affordable. He is considered a connected person.
"Seriously, you are the best student I have ever taught. No matter what decision you make, I will support you. Can you reveal your thoughts?" Dean Margaret asked him privately.
Mark looked at the sunset outside the window and felt the dusk of the empire. He turned around and left a heart-shaking message to his cheap mentor:
"The world is so big and I want to see it. I can walk singing, accompanied by poetry, and see how far away it is!"
When his poetic words spread through the mouth of the dean to the entire college and even the entire school, Mark virtually became a legend among alumni...
When Mark said goodbye to all the college leaders and went home, he didn't know that a major event happened at the same time.
Le Mans Manor, where someone's nightmare begins.
A group of mysterious people in black robes were cruising back and forth.
A man in black robe walked up to an old man in black robe who was staring into the distance, and knelt down on one knee: "My lord, I left no trace!"
The old man didn't look back and asked another man in black robe beside him: "Where is it in the town?"
The man shook his head: "All the possible witnesses in the nearby towns were taken away by the Church of Light. They were not arrested, but the whole family was moved."
The old man murmured: "The regional bishop does not have such rights. It is obviously the work of a certain cardinal. Damn it, those magicians who sell light bulbs can even discover the divine descending ceremony we hold so secretly?"
The two men in black robes tightened their facial expressions and said at the same time: "It's impossible."
At this moment, another man in black robes hurried over: "Report! The spies of the Reincarnation Cult were found, and the maned dogs smelled them and came looking for them."
The old man said sternly: "Withdraw! [Life Breaker] can go back and find it slowly. We can't leave any loopholes for those bastards who desecrate corpses."
Not long after, the two sides engaged in a short but fierce battle outside Le Mans Manor.
Since the men in black robes were well prepared, the Reincarnation Cult planted two teams of extraordinary beings.
This matter was naturally turned into a report and placed on the desk of a high-ranking member of the Guangming Cult.
The sacred incense floats in the room, with a light fragrance. A slight sniff makes people refreshed and refreshed.
Bishop Albert humbly handed over another report, which clearly stated, "Mark Destiny broke the dusty graduation trial record of Mistry University for hundreds of years, completed it with an S-level rating, and obtained an A-level mystery."
Extraordinary items transformed from "Evil" as prizes.'
"Got it." A faint voice came from behind the oak rocking chair.
"Teacher, his surname is Destiny after all."
"My heir is also named Destiny."
Albert stopped talking. The teacher's family matters were not something he could talk about.
I had no choice but to set up my second son as my successor, but I didn't expect that the grandson born to my eldest son would be so outstanding now. Perhaps this is the so-called trouble of happiness.
Albert sighed in his heart: If the teacher doesn't give him a resource mark, it doesn't mean he doesn't protect his grandson. To do this, the teacher is actually quite contradictory.
No one in the entire city of St. Leighton knew that the man they considered the proud man of heaven had already run away with the bucket.
After passing the graduation test, you can get a diploma. The so-called senior year in the Mystery College is actually to find a way out for students. Students who pass the test do not need a graduation defense.
With the occult qualification certificate recognized throughout the continent in his pocket, Mark didn't even return to the dormitory. He asked a junior student to send a letter to the landlady, saying that he had run away and that he didn't want his belongings or deposit, so he settled the matter.
At the ticket gate of the St. Leiden train station, a ticket inspector was looking at the empty gate with boredom.
This was a wicket reserved for nobles and members of the church.
In fact, after a busy round of receptions, there was no more guests for a long time.
Distinguished guests often make reservations in advance, so there is basically no possibility of temporary entry.
While he was in a daze, he suddenly heard a low sound coming from the gate entry machine next to him.
When he was suspicious, he looked around, but he didn't see anyone.
"Is this...what the hell?"
The person who just passed by the ticket inspector was Mark.
Using Miss Bison's ability, he slipped past like an invisible man.
To be honest, as a good young man, he did not want to evade fares. But he was on the run, and there was no reason to leave any extraordinary clues, such as a fifty-letter dollar note in the fare box.
Bypassing the conductor, he slipped into an empty sleeper compartment in the train and jumped lightly to the upper bunk.
He chose to take the train overnight, and his destination was San Casaao, the third largest city in the Wright Empire.
The trains of the Wright Empire were among the earliest internal combustion engines on earth, and had just escaped the category of steam engine trains. Not only were they slow, but their comfort was also quite poor. Even in the so-called VIP rooms, due to the lack of soundproof glass, the continuous clanking sound was still there.
It is very noisy. Occasionally when the train turns a corner, you can still smell the unpleasant smell coming from the locomotive chimney.
Keren's adaptability is amazing.
In such an uncomfortable environment, Mark seemed to regard the clanging sound as hypnosis. Mark put a music box on the bedside and fell asleep in a daze. Out of nowhere, a pillow appeared out of thin air and raised Mark's hand for him to hug.
Live the pillow...
Mark also didn't know that a group of night watchmen came to his apartment.
"Where are the people?"
"Let's go! The landlord said that in the afternoon he would send a junior student to inform the landlord that the things in the apartment and the rent deposit are no longer required."
"What does he mean? He realizes that he is in danger? Why doesn't he ask for help from the Temple of Night?"
On the one hand, the night watchman did not want to take on such a nearly private task; on the other hand, the grandson of this important man was really in trouble again.
Even if the matter was not Mark's fault, Le Mans Manor was raided, and the Reincarnation Cult and another mysterious figure fought over this matter, it was still necessary to find Mark for questioning.
Who would have thought that Mark would run away without warning?
Suddenly, a night watchman lost his footing and staggered back a few steps.
He was shocked to see that the ground in front of him was shaking like waves, and everything in his field of vision was further raised.
He found that he saw a khaki chin and a big unkempt beard.
He immediately realized that it was a huge face—a human face!
In proportion, he, a normal human being, would be standing helplessly in front of the chin of a giant that was at least twenty meters tall.
How is this possible?
This ratio is wrong, this is the second floor...
Before he could react, the huge mouth made a chewing motion.
"Chuck, save me, ah——"
The night watchman's eyes were red, and the huge beast actually swallowed his good friend.
"No -" He immediately took out a short-barreled shotgun, pulled the trigger, and golden blessing bullets burst out.
However, the bright bullet, which was enough to destroy the low-level [Evil] with one shot, hit the monster's chin, and only wisps of green smoke rose up.
He could only watch helplessly as his brother was buried in the monster's mouth.
But the monster was dissatisfied and muttered in a thick nasal voice: "It smells wrong! I came here because I smelled a very fragrant and mellow soul."
At this moment, a figure suddenly fell down like a bolt of lightning.
As the scythe blade shaped like a death scythe slashed hard, the huge monster's face was cut off a quarter of a circle from the right corner of the mouth to the temple.
"Ahhhh——"
The monster let out an earth-shattering scream, which frightened the landlady who was sleeping downstairs and threw her off the bed.
At some point, the night watchman who had just been swallowed by the monster was thrown out like a bag of garbage. His legs were bloody and bloody, but at least he was still alive.
Wearing a black long-sleeved leather jacket, a cowboy felt hat, and a face covering... This familiar look came into view, and several night watchmen around him breathed a sigh of relief.
The punisher is coming!
This punisher punished the monster in two or three strokes.
After the surroundings calmed down again, the Punisher showed a thoughtful look: "First it caused A-level abnormalities, then [Jealousy], then caught up with S-level trials, and now [Gluttony]? How can this young master cause trouble like this?
